chapter forty seven
confessions

"I got to meet with the medical examiner and try to figure out what happened with Jackson." Sheriff Stilinski told Scott, Isaac, and Harper, "I've got an APB out on Stiles. His jeep is still in the parking lot, so that means..."

Noah became to emotional to finish his sentence, quickly blinking away the burning tears in his eyes and looking away from the teenagers. Harper sent him a sympathetic look from where she was holding onto Scott's arm for comfort. It was hard to explain, but Harper felt like she knew Stiles was okay- for now at least.

She didn't know how to tell Noah this, since she was pretty sure it was an Empath feeling.

"Well, I don't know what that means. Um..." Sheriff Stilinski took a deep breath, "look, if he answers his phone, if he answers his emails, if any of you three see him..."

"We'll call you." Isaac reassured him quietly.

Scott spoke up, "look, he's probably just freaked out from all the attention or something. We'll find him."

Noah pursed his lips together before nodding, "yeah. I'll see you, okay? Harper, I'm dropping your grandma back home. Make sure you get home safe."

"Thank you, and please text me if he comes home." Harper looked at him pleadingly.

Noah nodded once more before turning and walking away from the teenagers, out of the locker rooms that were currently busy. Boys were getting changed while police officers interviewed them on what had happened to Jackson on the field, and where Stiles had gone.

According to Scott and Isaac, Gerard had commanded Jackson to kill himself out on the field. Jackson's claws had come out only to go straight into his own stomach, killing him almost instantly. Harper thought it was absolutely sick what Gerard had done, and now she was even more thirsty for revenge.

Jackson may have been one of the biggest douchebags going, but he certainly didn't deserve this.

"McCall." Coach Finstock wandered over, a more gentle approach to his naturally loud voice, "we need you on the team, okay? You know I can't put you on the field next season if you don't get your grades up."

Scott gave a short nod, "yeah, I know, Coach."

"All right." Coach turned around before hesitating and turning back to face them, "I mean, I-I know I yell a lot, but it's not like I hate you guys. Well, I kind of hate Greenberg, but, you know, that's different. It's Greenberg. I'm just saying we... I need you on the team. Get your grades back up."

"I will."

"I know." Coach nodded before leaving.

"Is everyone gone?" Harper questioned as soon as the door had closed behind the middle aged man.

Isaac took a step forward and sighed, "I think so."

The sound of metal being twisted came from behind Harper and Isaac, causing them to jump. Harper turned around to see Stiles' locker on the door and raised her eyebrows, knowing that when he came back he was not going to be happy with Scott.

Before she could scold him for his over dramatic ways, a light purple mist began to pool around her feet, causing her eyes to widen. Without a word, she began to slowly follow it, seeing that it was leading out of the changing room doors. Isaac and Scott didn't notice, too busy bickering over who got to smell Stiles' shoe and who got to smell his shirt.

Harper's eyes were wide and attached the mysterious fog, as if she was in some sort of trance. She was so mesmarised by it that she didn't even see Derek and a very alive Peter Hale walking down the hall.

Derek's dark eyebrows furrowed together at her state. "Harper? What are you-"

Peter hushed him, his arm flinging out against his nephew's chest to stop him from approaching Harper. "Don't disturb her, she's having an Empathic moment." Peter watched in amusement, a sick smirk on his face.

"An Empathic moment?" Derek scoffed, looking at his uncle in disbelief as the teenage girl slowly got further and further away.

Peter chuckled, "I think she's going to go and find Stiles."

...

Harper threw the teenage boy's door open without even knocking, her body going through at such force far she toppled over.

She landed on the carpeted ground with a thump, causing Stiles to jump up from his bed and let out a girly shriek. Harper jumped up, her eyes wide as she grabbed his shoulder with her good arm, stopping him from hitting her before he realised who she was.

Her face fell when she took in his appearance. He had changed into a grey Adidas shirt and some jogging bottoms, but his entire cheek bone was bruised up. His lip had been cut and he looked paler than usual. His face softened when she threw her arms around him, letting out a few tears.

"I was so worried about you." Harper sniffled into his chest, "are you okay? Gerard did this, didn't he? I'm gonna kill him!"

"Hey, hey, hey." Stiles pulled away from the hug, his hands reaching to cup her face, "I'm fine, okay? Gerard just beat me up a little after the game, but I'm good now. Barely even hurts,"

Harper's face crumbled, "Stiles, I know when you're lying, remember?" Her voice broke as she spoke, unable to stand to see her boyfriend in pain.

The thought of Stiles being physically or mentally in pain was enough to make Harper want to wrap him up in bubble wrap and never let him leave her side. She knew that he wasn't okay- that he was shaken up from whatever Gerard had done to him, and she needed him to talk to her about it.

Stiles sighed, "please don't cry, Harper. I can't stand seeing you upset."

"I can't stand seeing you suffer in silence, Stiles." Harper grabbed his hands, "just tell me what you're thinking, don't make me read your mind."

Stiles huffed, pulling away his hands and sitting down on his bed, running his palms across his face. Harper watched wearily, worried that she had been too straight forward or snappy with him.

"Stiles?"

"I was really scared." He admitted suddenly, "I was scared he was gonna kill me, or beat me up even worse. And my priorities may be a little messed up here, but I was even more worried about you."

"Me?" Harper scoffed.

"Yes, you." Stiles muttered, "I was so scared that I'd never see you again, or if they killed me how you'd be. You were all that was on my mind, just like always."

Harper stared at him in awe, "you were all that I was thinking about, too." She told him gently, "and I think I was kind of connected to you in a way. I knew that you weren't in a life threatening situation, you know? Don't get me wrong, I was still completely and utterly terrified. And then this purple mist... it lead me straight to you."

"You followed it?" Stiles questioned.

Harper nodded, "that's how I'm here."

Stiles ran a hand through his short hair, grumbling something under his breath that Harper couldn't pick up before moving to the bathroom. He came back a second later and passed her some toilet roll.

"I, ur, I don't have any tissues left, so, um, here." Stiles gave her it awkwardly, "it's kind of hard to take you seriously when your mascara is all around your eyes."

Harper's fingers went to touch her under eyes, and when she pulled away they were slightly stained. She chuckled slightly, passing him the toilet roll back.

"Trust me," she muttered, "I'm gonna need more than a tissue to get this mascara off."

Stiles nodded, scratching the back of his neck, "right."

"Why are you acting so awkward all of a sudden?" Harper suddenly demanded to know, "as soon as I said I came to get you, you freaked out."

Stiles looked down at the floor, "it's stupid."

Harper chuckled dryly, "Stiles, you have known me for six years. You have listened to all of my stupid, pathetic problems for every single one of them. I have listened to your Star Wars rants, and your anti-Harris club idea- nothing you say will sound stupid to me."

Stiles looked up from the floor, his hazel eyes meeting hers. Harper could feel his love, his passion, his admiration, everything- and it was all for her.

"I love you so much." He mumbled, quickly moving in.

Their lips brushed against each other, before Harper edged closer and grabbed the back of his neck with her good arm, pulling him further towards her. Stiles sighed into the kiss as her hand cupped his bruised cheek gently, his own hands settling around her waist comfortably. Just as he moved to brush some of her hair away, Harper's phone buzzed loudly from beside them.

Her hand reached to grab it, only for Stiles' larger one to plant over hers. He pulled away from the kiss slightly, still only a couple of inches apart.

"Ignore it." He mumbled, planting a kiss on the corner of her mouth, "it's probably just Scott wondering how I am. He's called me, like, a hundred times."

Harper rolled her eyes and chuckled a little, "well, then, maybe it would be nice to let your best friend know that you're okay and not half dead." She suggested, pecking his lips once more before grabbing her phone.

Stiles groaned in defeat, "seriously, Scott is such a mood ruiner. One day I'm gonna-"

"Stiles." Harper looked up from the phone, worried, "you're gonna wanna read this."

The hazel eyed boys eyebrows immediately furrowed together as he took the phone from Harper's hands, reading it the text message from Scott.

Scott: Jackson not dead. Need to bring him back by special connection before he goes psycho.

"Special connection?" Stiles repeated, confused, "like an Empath connection?"

Harper shook her head, "I don't know-"

The brunette was cut off by Stiles' bedroom door being knocked on loudly. Stiles huffed, figuring it was his dad, and yanked the door open. Both teenagers were surprised to see an upset Lydia Martin on the other side of the door, her strawberry blonde hair messier than usual and her eyes and nose red from crying.

"Lydia?" Harper questioned, standing up from the bed, "what are you doing here?"

The strawberry blonde just held up her phone, "I know how to save Jackson."

Stiles and Harper's eyes widened considerably at the sight of the very same text message that Harper had received from Scott on Lydia's phone. Harper knew that Lydia wasn't stupid and completely oblivious, but she just thought Lydia thought they were just weird.

"You know?" Stiles grabbed her arm, pulling her into the room and closing the door behind her so that his dad wouldn't hear them talking, "how much do you know?"

Lydia rolled her eyes at him, "I know bits and pieces. Most of it feels like a dream." She muttered, "but I know how to help Jackson. I need you two to take me to him."

Harper's brows furrowed, "Lydia, are you sure? How do-"

"I've never been so sure about anything in my life." The strawberry blonde confirmed, "and I just know, okay? I'm his last hope."

"Okay," Harper nodded quickly, "Stiles, you'll drive-"

"I think you should stay behind, Harper." Stiles interrupted her, "you'd be safer here, and you can't do any more damage to your shoulder."

Lydia's eyes softened a little at the look on Harper's face. The green eyed girl nodded along, causing the Empath to scoff.

"I'm not staying behind, Stiles." She sent him a small glare, "I'm not as weak as you think, honestly."

Stiles ran a hand through his buzz cut, "Harper-"

"Don't," The brunette hissed, holding a finger up to his face, "I am just as involved in this mess as you are. You can't decide whether I come along or not."

Lydia looked down at her feet awkwardly, feeling the tension in the room continue to grow as the couple became more and more frustrated with each other. She muttered something about waiting by the jeep before quickly leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.

Stiles pursed his lips together, "Harper, please, just listen to me, okay? I don't want you to get hurt. I don't think you realise how every single time you're injured, how- how much it pains me. It's like the worst freaking pain ever right in my chest- right where my heart is. Because seeing you in pain makes my heart want to freaking collapse, okay? Seeing you get shot was the last straw, Harper. If- if you die- if you die, I will go out of my mind. I will go freaking crazy, Harper. I couldn't go on without you, you're- you're the best thing that has ever happened to me. Ever."

Towards the end of Stiles' passionate speech, he had began to start yelling, causing Harper to flinch back slightly. Upon noticing this, Stiles' entire face softened and his hand slowly reached out, cupping Harper's cheek. She closed her eyes but allowed him.

"I- I love you so much." He whispered, his voice breaking slightly, "and Jackson- Jackson's dangerous. He could kill you, Harper."

Harper opened her eyes, tears spilling as she shook her head, "he won't." Her hand reached to rest on top of his, "I can look after myself. And, you'll protect me, Stiles."

Stiles scoffed, "I can't protect you. I'm not like Scott. I'm not a hero."

Harper's arms went around his neck as she hummed, "you know, this reminds me a lot of the conversation that we had when Scott went onto the bus a few months ago and we sat in the jeep."

"I'm not gonna-"

"Stiles. Do you trust me?" Harper asked.

Stiles huffed. "Of course I trust you."

"We're going to be okay."

...

"I'm gonna go through the wall." Stiles yelled above the sound of the revving engine to the two teenage girls, "put your seatbelts on."

Harper's eyes widened, "Stiles, you can't-"

"Is your seatbelt on?"

"Yes, but-"

The jeep suddenly took off and went straight through the wall in front of them. Harper and Lydia screamed at the top of their lungs as Stiles scrunched his eyes shut, preparing for the impact. Surprisingly, Harper felt no pain as they crashed through- bricks flying everywhere and the sound of brakes squealing filling her ears.

Stiles opened one eye, "did I get him?" He panted through heavy breaths.

Harper unbuckled her belt from the backseat, "oh my God, I should have just stayed home." She ran a hand through her hair just as the Kanima jumped on the bonnet of the jeep.

Lydia shrieked and Stiles let out the girliest scream ever as Harper scrambled forwards, pushing her boyfriend out of the car. The strawberry blonde climbed out her side of the jeep, Harper quickly following close behind.

"Jackson!" Lydia yelled at the Kanima, "Jackson!"

Stiles tugged Harper behind Scott and himself, keeping his promise of keeping her safe- not that Harper needed it- she just didn't protest, since she didn't want to hurt his masculinity. Harper watched her best friend worriedly.

Just then did she notice Gerard on the floor, black blood surrounding him. Allison stood a few meters away by her dad, bloody daggers by her feet, Isaac and Derek looking rather beaten up nearby. There must have been some kind of battle that took place before they had arrived.

Lydia reached into her pocket and held up a key- her key to Jackson's house. The Kanima paused, it's yellow reptilian eyes staring at the key in a mixture of wonder and confusion. The strawberry blonde began to cry as the Kanima slowly began to turn back to Jackson, his clawed hand reaching out and taking the key from her loose grip.

Jackson's eyes turned back to their normal green, and he stared between the metallic object in his hands and Lydia. He stumbled back, only a few scales on his face now.

Suddenly, Peter came out from behind some wooden crates, and Derek scrambled up off of the floor. The two werewolves both shifted, their claws going straight through Jackson's stomach and back. Jackson began to cough as they lifted him up off of the ground, holding him in the air for a few seconds before dropping him.

Lydia gasped loudly, rushing forwards and grabbing him before he could fall on the ground. She began to sob as she lowered him to his knees, his breathing scratchy and heavy. Their eyes never left each others.

"Do you-" Jackson managed in a whisper, "do you still-"

Lydia cut him off, "I do," she cried, nodding quickly as tears spilled down her pale cheeks, "I do still love you. I do, I do still love you. I do."

Jackson only gave a short nod before his head fell forwards, landing on her shoulder with his eyes closed. Lydia grabbed his hair gently, letting out another sob.

Harper sniffled from beside Stiles, holding onto his arm tighter. As much as she had disliked Jackson in the past, she had never ever wanted to see him die- let alone twice in one day. And it hurt her to see Lydia in such devastation too.

The key fell from Jackson's hand, clattering onto the ground. Lydia sobbed louder, laying Jackson down on the cold concrete ground beneath them, her hands moving to his head as she cried, hiding her face in his bare chest.

"Where's Gerard?" Allison suddenly questioned from beside Scott, pointing over to where his body had been before.

Now there was just a jacket and some black blood.

"He can't be far," Chris Argent reminded her before everyone turned back to Lydia and Jackson.

Lydia stood up, tears streaming down her face as she began to make her way over to the group. Harper let go of Stiles' arm, about to move to hug her when the sound of nails scraping on the floor filled everybody's ears. The Empath's eyes widened when she saw Jackson's hand closing into a fist.

Jackson's eyes suddenly shot open, but this time they were electric blue like Derek's. He took his time dramatically getting up, his back arching and his face shifting into the one of a werewolf's. He suddenly let out a roar, causing Stiles to take Harper's hand and pull her back slightly.

Once he had finished, Lydia dashed forwards, wrapping him in one of the tightest hugs that Harper had ever seen. Jackson hugged her back, his eyes wide with confusion and relief.

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LAST CHAPTER IS NEXT AND ITS REALLY SHORT TO JUST CLOSE THIS BOOK OFF

SHOULD I DO SEASON 3??

and if I did do a season three, would you guys like a second book or just it to be added to this one??

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